"This…" She said pulling the book close to her heart. "…is something that changed my life a long time ago." She took the book, losing her smile and set it on the coffee table. "Well it is nothing now." She frowned, pulling the blanket off her lap and getting up from the chair. "Now what is it that you wanted Nicolle?"

            "Oh I just wanted to tell you that dad called."

            "And…?" Sarah asked rolling her eyes. "And he is going to be late coming home right?"

            "Yeah" Nicolle whispered. "Do you want me to go out and get some pizza or something?"

            "No that will not be necessary, thanks." Sarah declared, walking out of the room and making her way to the stairs. Nicolle followed and watched her mother go up the stairs. "Okay well I will be home at about eleven thirty. Is there anything you would like me to pick up on my way back?"

            "No I will be fine thanks." Sarah waved her hand, and then walked into her room and closed the door.

            "Okay…well good night." Nicolle stated, quietly to the closed door. She sighed, walking into the other room, to shut the light off and left.

Back in Sarah's bedroom, she walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

            "Oh how I have changed." She sighed, poking at her face, looking at the wrinkles that were forming around her eyes. They were cold and empty. They were lacking something. And she knew it, but what, that she was unsure of. "What happened to me Jareth? How did I ever get this way?" She cried, covering her face in her hands. She shook her head, tilting her head up and looking back in the mirror. Sighing once more she turned on the water to the sink and began to brush her teeth. It was late enough for her, and she was tired. She made her way to the bed and drew the sheets back, climbing in. She shut the light off and pulled the comforter up to her shoulders, falling asleep.

She began to dream. She was in a large room, with floating candles. There was the sound of a memorable voice, echoing in the background. There were beautiful men and women dancing around in exquisite costumes. She was afraid, but also excited to be there. Everyone was looking at her. She walking further into the room, and paused when she saw a masked man standing in the distance looking directly at her. She was not sure who it was, but wanted to find out. She walked on to get closer to him. He drew his mask away, revealing a handsome face, slender, with high cheek bones. He had blond hair. And blue eye makeup tastefully done. He smiled at her and then disappeared before her eyes. She wanted to find him, so she continued to walk. She saw a mirror and looked inside, the reflection she saw was a beautiful young girl. The girl had rosy cheeks and full lips, with a pink tone. She brought her hand to her face and stroked her cheek, she wanted to make sure that what she saw was real. Then looking in the mirror once more she now saw a tall blonde haired figure standing behind her. She gasped turning around.

            "Is this a dream?" She asked, in her young voice.

            "Only, if you want it to be." The figure smiled.

            "But I do not understand. What happened? I was old and ugly?"

            "Oh Sarah you have never been that way." He stated, as he started to fade away.

            "Wait, where are you going? Come back! Come back!" She cried.

Sarah gasped, sitting up in her bed. She was sweating. She brought her hand to her forehead. She felt dizzy. She looked to her right and saw, a figure lying beside her. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to make sense of what she dreamed about. Climbing out of bed she made her way into the bath room. She turned on the water and splashed her face. Drying her face on the towel hanging on the wall, she looked up to the mirror. Again the reflection she saw was her old, wrinkled figure. She turned away quickly not wanted to look anymore. So she went back to bed.

The next morning, she woke up to see her husband, John, not in bed. She climbed out of the bed, taking her robe and putting it on. She tied the string in the front and slipped her slippers on. She made her way down the stairs, expecting to see John there. It was his day off today. She made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee. There was a dish in the sink. She assumed it was John's. She walking into the living room and saw that he was not there. She sighed, upset that this meant he was at work again. This was the fourth week in a row that he had gone to work on his day off. She sat down in the rocking chair and looked at the red leather book that was still resting on the coffee table from the night before. She lifted it and flipped through the pages. She opened to the ballroom scene and read the passages. A tear fell from her eye as she read. It was walking down memory line for her. She shut the book and held it close to her heart. She heard a knock at the doorway. She turned to see who it was.

            "Good morning mom." Nicolle said, holding a cup of coffee.

            "Good morning Nicolle did you sleep well?"

            "I did, and you?"

            "I slept okay, thanks."